In just the next day, the news that Voldemort had captured Gringotts spread throughout the wizarding world.
After all, the scope of the wizarding world is very small.
The next day's "Daily Prophet" reported the news on a huge page.
Voldemort's figure was not photographed, only the Dark Mark wandering in the sky was photographed, and the ruins of Gringotts, which had already sunk deep into the ground, were photographed.
"The Dark Lord returns!"
The majestic buildings turned into ruins, the broken bricks and tiles all over the place, and the deep holes in the ground became the symbol of Voldemort's vow to return.
not only that.
The backbone of the economy collapsed.
The Dark Lord no longer concealed his whereabouts, and apparated swaggeringly at the door of the Ministry of Magic.
"Who are you!" an Auror asked loudly.
"Stop." The Auror drew his wand.
The Dark Lord hid in his black cloak, and quickly raised his wand.
A dark green light flashed, piercing the Auror's chest.
"Mystery man!"
The surrounding employees screamed.
The folder in his hand was thrown high, and pieces of paper were flying in the air.
"Minister of Protection!"
"The Dark Lord has disappeared again!"
Umbridge stayed in her office full of cat ornaments, arguing fiercely with Scrimgeour.
During the process, the man seemed to be irritated. He reached out and grabbed Umbridge by the collar.
When the fat woman was about to be out of breath, her feet returned to the ground.
She saw Scrimgeour's eyes lose their brilliance, and she let go of her neckline.
"Is he the one who is so troublesome, right?" A low, hoarse voice came into her ears.
"Well, he's dead now."
"Who... who are you?"
This ugly woman looked at this equally ugly man in horror, with a nose made of slits and a ferocious face with scarlet snake eyes.
"Is it important who I am? It may be important, after all, I found you and chatted with you for a while before."
"Now help you clear the obstacles to your peak of power."
"But deceit is a compromise between the weak and the strong, and I don't think I need to do that anymore."
"You-You-Know-Who?" Umbridge's toady face trembled with loose skin.
"Surrender, or die!" Voldemort's cruel voice resounded through the Ministry of Magic.
"We surrender!" Umbridge's terrified cry resounded throughout the Ministry of Magic.
The Dark Lord suddenly changed his previous style of hiding in the dark, as if he wanted to redeem the time he wasted, and expanded his sphere of influence arrogantly without any scruples.
For a time, the form mutated.
From finance, politics, or public opinion, almost all the winds have turned.
More dark wizards began to take refuge in Voldemort's command.
Voldemort seemed to be dragging his progress before rushing in frantically, and rapidly expanded his sphere of influence.
"Shocking Secret! The Most Hidden Thief Is Around Us" The Daily Prophet has also begun to no longer care about their positions. Although they have never been concerned about their positions before, they have completely intensified now.
This article discusses the relationship between Squibs and pure-blood wizards from various angles.
"Why can two Muggles with no magical talent of any kind produce a wizard, but two wizard families produce Squibs?"
"My friends, those muggles use the technology they have acquired in the so-called "technology" to steal our magic wantonly"
In the report, there is no neutrality, but only incitement.
It is true that a large number of people have been stirred up, even within Hogwarts.
For example, Hermione is having a headache right now.
She had to bear the venomous and hostile gaze of Filch the Night's Watch, as if she had stolen his magical gifts. Followed like a shadow, like a tarsal maggot, if Professor McGonagall hadn't glared at him a few times, it is estimated that this man would still make trouble for him,
The whole of Hogwarts is now in a rather quiet atmosphere, but even so, the task of teaching is still going on, and in this atmosphere, Christmas is here. It's getting colder.
Hermione was alone in the girls' bedroom in Gryffindor, sitting at her desk, not reading,
Instead, he looked at the transparent glass with a dazed gaze, looking at the ice and snow outside the window, covered in white.
Christmas is coming.
She subconsciously expected her parents to send her gifts. Usually, at Christmas, her parents would send her some gloves, scarves and other accessories to keep out the cold, or some of her favorite books.
Then her breath came to a halt.
Suddenly she realized something.
Her parents have been wiped out of all her memories by her, and they are like strangers.
It was impossible to remember her anymore, so how could he send her a present
Inexplicable feeling of loneliness and pain.
But if her parents are implicated by herself, it will only be more self-blame.
She stood up, walked to the floor cabinet by the wall, opened it slowly, found a lavender scarf silently, wrapped it up, shrunk half of her face in, and hid it in it, which made her feel A trace of family warmth.
It was also given to her by her parents a few years ago.
Hermione walked in the corridor, and then stopped, sitting alone by the mottled stone wall, with black armor on the left and right, and a pile of books scattered on the ground.
The thin clouds on the sky outside the window are like touches of silky satin, but this beautiful scenery can hardly bring her any comfort.
A considerable number of people chose to stay in school for Christmas, including Hermione.
"Aren't you going home?" When registering for detention, both Harry and Ron glanced at Hermione's application form
"I have something to do at school," the girl said.
In her dormitory, there is a radio she specially modified, which can break through the shielding of Hogwarts and listen to the signal. It is said that a huge storm that is rare in a century will appear this Christmas.
As a Christmas present.
Hermione gave each of them a copy of "Advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts". The black cover and thick spine made the two of them feel dizzy and didn't want to open it.
The snow around Hogwarts on Christmas Day was stunning.
Snowflakes are dancing outside the window again, beating the icy panes, and Christmas is coming in a blink of an eye. The twelve annual Christmas trees that filled the Great Hall had been brought in; the banisters of the stairs were wrapped in holly and tinsel; mistletoe.
The students in the lower grades were playing snowballs and snowball fights in the open space outside and in the corridors.
Hermione sneaked into the Forbidden Forest, and in the shadow of the jungle, she saw an extremely generous figure, and she couldn't help showing a surprised expression
"Ha... Hagrid? Is that you? How did you come back?"
"Oh, Hermione, long time no see." Hagrid turned his big body around.
"Why don't you tell us?"
"The Ministry of Magic is a big problem, isn't it?"
"Yes." Hagrid widened his bell-like eyes, scratched his curly hair angrily, and kicked the snow in front of him hard, sending the scum flying up.
"I've resigned since Umbridge made a fuss about Muggle bloodlines." He said in a nasty voice, "Hogwarts is probably coming soon. Of course, I believe Minerva will definitely not agree."
You-Know-Who has taken control of the Ministry of Magic, and it has become a reality.
"Why didn't you come to see us?" Hermione was a little puzzled.
"I just came back, and I'm still making arrangements for my little darlings." Hagrid shook his head.
"Little darling?" Hermione suddenly realized, looking at some squirming furry legs behind him, she showed an embarrassed smile.
"It's ready to give you a surprise after it's set up." Hagrid stretched out his hand and pressed these things down again.
"By the way, what are you doing here?" he asked suddenly, and Hagrid realized that Hermione shouldn't be here.
"I'll fetch something for the professor." Hermione lied subconsciously.
"Harry and Ron aren't here."
Had it been the two of them, Hagrid would probably have questioned them, since they were two troublemakers after all.
While Hermione started preparing for the storm, some people did not stop their actions.
When Professor McGonagall was having lunch in the auditorium, a dark figure appeared behind her.
"Minerva, this is your Christmas present." Snape suddenly appeared behind him, and handed over the box in his hand.
Professor McGonagall had a flattered expression on his face.